Sad's Closest to You

Thoughts fade, pictures fade. The hurt is all but gone away I make myself sad To never forget I need the hurt I need regret. If I smile, I loose you more So I sit and cry In the wake of closed doors. I make myself sad- Sad’s closest to you, And I need to feel, Closer to you. I’d hate for you to feel at fault It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault.

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